thebastion | Day 90 - Open

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Day 90 - Open - Runog's Fire

Who: Tris, THE REST OF BASTION
Status: OPEN like that blue sky-
When: Day 90
Where: Out by the monument.
What: Tris takes personal insult from the weather, and wants to know if there are objections. She provides cookies to lure you in-
Format: Action
Warnings:Very unlikely to be needed.

That's it.

[ This is one Trisana Chandler, plump redhead with a bunch of braids all tied in a knot at the back of her head, glaring at the sky from behind her glasses. ]

I've had enough of you. You have absolutely no variation. There's wind here, there has to be some sort of system that can moved in, but nothing is changing!

[ Why yes, there is a reason she's scowling at the sky. In fact, its why there's a chair from the kitchen with a stacked plate of cookies on it. She is trying to lure people over with those, yes she is. ]

Does anyone object to me making a weather system? A couple days of sunny, a couple sort-of cloudy days, maybe a rainy day, then it'd clear up. I'd be using the river, but it shouldn't take much. Or, I guess I could mix that with pulling clouds in every ... twelve hours, or whatever you all them, to give us a light difference for when we go to sleep.

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I didn't think you'd be interested. You can ask, whether its polite or not, if you want more. A single word with inflection shouldn't be beyond you.

[ Well, this is an awkward conversation. But she isn't sparking yet, so clearly she isn't terribly bothered by it. Whatever it is acts quite a bit like a very rude boy and a child at the same time.

Its just a bit of awkward tone change between focusing on Ragnarok and the other. ]

Yes. My brother likes them a lot, so I learned how to make them.

Like hell I'm gonna beg you!

[Ragnarok punches Crona in the head again, angry. Crona's head dips, embarrassment coloring pale cheeks with a blush that's dark gray rather than pink.

Time to change the subject away from immature, bullying weapons.]

I... Is your brother here?

Begging would require that you have knees of your own.

[ Sorry, Crona, for discovering Tris' acid tongue second hand. She purses her lips a little at Ragnarok's behavior, but... ]

Yes. He's quite a bit younger than he ought to be, but he is. If you find someone flirting with the plants, that's him.

Tch, like I can't make this loser kneel!

[Thin shoulders go up, hunched in a vain attempt at keeping Ragnarok from punching again.]

.... w-with the plants? That's strange, isn't it? People don't flirt with plants.

Of your own.

[ Tris just repeats that, and she doesn't put a hand to those thin braids tucked behind her ears because there's a glint of glass in the sky and a glass dragon is circling to land on her shoulder. ]

He isn't actually flirting, the way humans flirt to get kisses and company, but it sounds just about the same. He has magic with plants; he can talk to them and so his complements sound more like he's complementing people.

They're mine too, moron!

.... If... you ignore him, he'll get bored. He'll get bored and go away.

[And then the dragon lands. Crona's eyes go wide, fascinated, and the meister takes another step forward.

Dragons... Crona knows dragons. If Crona had been born a witch, Crona's totem animal would have been the dragon. (When Crona was small, Crona's mother had forced Crona to kill a dragon. That had been what broke that child for good).]

T-that little one, does it have a name?

A good point.

[ Tris knows that tactic well. She's used that on people older than her.

The dragon stretches her neck out toward Crona, watching. ]

Chime. I was told something so beautiful couldn't be anything but a she, so that's what I use. I don't really think she cares either way.

[Ragnarok crosses his hands on Crona's head, watching. He's annoyed, but he doesn't say anything.

Crona steps forward with careful movements, eyes fixed on the dragon.]

Chime.

H-hello, Chime. I'm Crona.

[ Tris stays still as Chime balances, rearing up onto hind legs and clutching a braid for balance. Her head leans toward Crona, and she gives some inquisitive clinking noises - quite a bit like glass on glass.

Clearly, by the way the dragon stretches a wing out, she expects some flattering for how pretty she is. ]

[One more step, and Crona stops.]

C-chime's really pretty. I... I've never seen a dragon like that.

[ Crona clearly has said the magic words. Chime climbs onto Tris' head, posing for her admirer. ]

As far as I'm aware, there aren't other dragons like her. A glass-mage didn't realize what he was doing, and his glass got up and flew about the room. Of course, my teacher was rather sure there was no such thing as dragons.

... It's different, you know? Worlds and things. They're different.

Some places don't have dragons.

And some places that have dragons won't have girls who can walk through fire, or handle hot metal.

[ A little tiny bit of pain. Tris has only one of three siblings here. ]

I'm fairly sure Chime will be happy to be dragon enough for this world.

[Crona nods.

Ragnarok has by now gotten tired of being ignored, and vanishes back into his meister's back. That is enough to get Crona back on the earlier subject of conversation.]

Um... the cookies. Why did you make them?

People like food, so I figured that even if no one would want to talk to me normally, the food might get people to.

I have an idea involving that constant clear sky, and want to make sure no one would be terribly upset for changing it.

[Another nod. The food did get Crona to come over.]

You can change the weather?

Yes, I have magic with it. My teacher implied it was with 'nature', but not with plants or animals.

I don't do it often, because if you move or make weather out of nothing, you disturb everything about, but... there isn't anything about.

[A flinch, stepping back, eyes wide. Magic. This lady is a witch, even though Crona couldn't feel a witch's soul.

In Crona's world, magic is evil, with barely any exceptions. Chaos is evil, order is good, and magic is an input of energy into a system that did not originally contain it. Uncontrolled energy creates disorder, and chaos is evil.]

Y-y-y- [And Crona gets stuck on the first sound of "you're a witch" and can't manage to move forward.]

I'm a weather witch, yes.

[ And there is the fear, even if Tris hasn't even done anything. It will come, eventually. Even if she avoids having anything to do with those Skyway expeditions. ]

[A few shaky breaths, stepping back again.

A witch.

Crona had hoped there would be no witches here. No witches, no magic, no one to fear.

There is so much outside the Bastion to fear, there doesn't need to be anyone inside it too.]

W-why are you here?

The same reason anyone else ended up here - because a Calamity happened, and I didn't... end up elsewhere. Or whatever it is the other option.

[ The option she isn't thinking about. ]

W-witches always... you always have plans. Always. That's what witches do. They have plans. They hurt people.

I actively avoid hurting people. I hate getting hurt, and if I do something just a little bit careless, people will get hurt and seek to hurt me. I'm tired of being hurt.

[ She goes silent for a moment. ]

My only plan, back home, was to go to school so I could learn how to heal.

[ Healing didn't get people to make faces like Crona was making at her now. ]

I don't know how it works in your world, but in mine, there are lots of kinds of magic users. Some do that - they hurt people for power, or because they can. Because they were hurt and want to hurt others. I do my best to avoid those kinds.

... that... that doesn't happen, you know? Magic always hurts people.

Magic can also enhance medicines. Magic helped cure a plague. And a healer can burn sickness out of someone. Magic can grow plants, provide food, keep sickness at bay.

[ Granted, magic also caused that plague. ]

Yes. Some people use magic to enslave others. Pirates, usually.

[ She still has occasional nightmares about what she did with those pirates. ]

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